Cracking egg easy
Thanks to opposable thumbs
Flipping is on me
Haiku: Ode to An Egg Over Easy
Waiting For the Dawn
Like seeds sprouting in dark soil
A fetus growing toward its birth
We await a new day dawning
Whose nature yet remains unknown
Chaos often births creation
Pain and suffering signal change
Death precedes a resurrection
Secrets revealed in due time
Though our despair and fear are real
The agonies we now endure
May someday be transformed
And joy come again
Coronavirus Itinerary
From the beginning
It was a strange journey
I thought I would do well
I like staying home
My many fixed routines
Soon seemed to crumble
I needed companionship
The warm blooded kind
I talked to my plants
Texted friends and family
Read books, watched old movies
Took long walks outside
I realized present time
Took all of my energy
Learning to Zoom
Became a mixed blessing
Past familiar habits
No longer sustained me
It was exhausting
Getting through the day
Future time distant
Offered no hint of comfort
May as well live
In this new present I’m in
Mornings are difficult
A thick fog encircles me
Passing by lunchtime
Leaving me empty
And then this morning
I welcomed a visitor
My muse on my shoulder
Telling me to write
Happy Birthday in Hard Times
Raise your sails high
But don’t pull up anchor
Keep dreaming and planning
This can’t last forever
Keep flow in your life
Laugh, enjoy your friends
Family spirit enfolds you
With love and uplifting
Amazing new things
Bloom in our culture
Hard times’ bestow change
Endurance conquers
Rejoice in small moments
Taste your good cooking
Connections are precious
Zoom where you will
I love you, Bobby
You’re so dear to me
Stay safe and healthy
Until good times roll
For my grandson on his twenty-first birthday
My Writing Room
The smaller of the two bedrooms in my apartment became my writing room when I moved here eight years ago. This is where my blog began with the help of a willing grandson. The large window is a portal to my imagination. I love the tall oak tree among whose spreading branches I watch squirrels and birds build nests and care for their young. The moon and changing colors of the sky shape the budding poet inside me. Within my room are things that remind me of my journey.
Green plants live near my window to catch the light. All are off-spring shoots from friends and family. Tending them nourishes the outdoor gardener in me. On the window ledge are things that shine on sunny days – a royal blue glass coffee mug, souvenir from a Colorado trip; a bluish purple paperweight that was my son’s; an old brass cowbell with lots of family history.
The walls have a geographical bent – picture of a Texas cowboy riding on a lonesome road, wedding present to my Dad a Texan, too. A wooden wall clock in the shape of Ohio, gift to me from my congregation in a small Ohio town. Three framed certificates mark my progress to become their minister.
Everything else is furniture that has traveled with me for a while. The student desk and chair were used by my three sons. The much-scarred cherry end table, a gift from my mother in the 60’s, has been in every home I’ve known. The futon came with me from Chicago when I moved back to Cleveland to be with my family here. My glass computer table and new laptop are beside a table where my printer sits. They are the newest things except for what I write, which await my muse.
With many thanks to Pleasant Street who gave me the idea to write this piece.
Haiku: New Household Member
It arrived by mail
Sat quarantined in bathtub
Til time for debut
Cute little laptop
Took bow under son’s guidance
New passwords and such
We await tech guy
Called to transfer apps and files
From old home to new
Haiku: Going Wireless
Computer’s dying
One more dire adjustment
Nothing seems the same
A little laptop
New writing companion
I won’t miss the wires.
Haiku: Back to the Future
Tuck pointers make dust
Hard at work pool guys plant trees
I found something lost
Changes at WordPress
Undid Haiku construction
I almost gave up
Found my latest posts
On original theme site
Long gone and renamed
Poetry By Heart
Using Classic Editor
Breathes new life in me